A Shining Passion

On the road, I thought of my current expression in writting pieces lacking of passion, one important message I should deliver. To the things and to the people...are the same. I am excited for my plans so up to a kind of state of anxiety. I live in a world for my own; I am surrounded by every second and every detail in the Process. It's simple but also complicated to achieve the goal: organised, deep understanding, and practical. In fact, it's not so dreamy and cheers at all. However, the texture and the colours are designed by myself under environmental factors so that I feel calm and good in this aspect.

This morning, I browsed randomly a book I have keep reading and suddenly I was moved. It's a passage about the analysis of how a sign in a foreign airport made the author feel exotic from the historical and artistic views. If there are someone I want to follow, the person would be him now. It's interesting that I ignore so many things but the book reminded me to find something new. He is such an excellent tour guide in thinking yet he has written in such a plain and comprehensive language.

When passion can last longer without impulse, it's on the way to be shining.

An Outsider's Distant Sympathy

It's a very sloped stone stairs. A middle aged man walked very slowly. First step was a walking aid to the lower stair, and then a week leg followed. Even there were only about fifteen stairs, it took him quite a long time. I watched him for a distance so that he didn't notice me. Suddenly, a young girl ran quickly next to him, I felt nervous and worried that if she bumped into him, in the second they were closed. Fortunately, he didn't fall. Obviously, the girl's perception was different from mine.

In fact, I had thought thatI should do him a favor but I didn't. I thought he must experience the same difficulty everyday. For me, the importance seems that I wanted to know if he was independent enough to overcome than I rushed to help him. One motocycle came in front of there. Finally he walked down to the street after the long way. The whole body and the legs were looked very heavy to go across the back seat of the motocycle by himself. At that time, I just stood and watched until they were leaving.

Most of time, there are seem a clear line to distinguish those Vietnamese local people as foreigners and ourselves like an outsider. Why this scene occupied my mind and got rid of these differences? In this case, the person didn't want anything from me, and I didn't really give him anything. It's a real drama on the steet. Of course, I may choose to interact with him and it would be my favorite way. However, this time, I just chose to be an outsider and saw a person did his best to achive a goal regardless his physical inconvenience. I felt sympathy for him.

Everyday, there are many dramas unfolded before us. What do we respond? And do we really know why?